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White Lies: Part 5

A Bucky x Reader / Fake Dating AU Drabble Series

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: Omg, another part in less than a weeks time? I know, I know. It’s a miracle. But I’ve got my writing mojo back, and it feels good. Also, I’m sorry for this part, okay? It was bound to happen. Don’t hate me (or Bucky :/) As always, I live for your asks, reblogs, and replies, so keep them coming. Let me know what you think (aka let me feel your pain) ♥

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings:
- mild angst.
- language.
- Bucky is a little shit.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Pizza’s here…

It played over and over in your brain, echoing like a broken tape recorder; the anger building inside you making it louder and louder. You felt your fists ball up at your sides, wanting to punch the nearest object.

How dare he? This wasn’t just a game anymore. That kiss meant more than some kind of stupid ploy to convince his parents that you were a real couple. They weren’t even here. Who was Bucky trying to impress?

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-Kinetic Abilities Prompt List A Edition

Acidikinesis - Control Sloth

  • I have a personal vendetta against someone wildly more successful than me so I’m trying to make them lazy.
  • You don’t know how to relax so I’m literally filling you with laziness but you just won’t stop.
  • I work at an animal shelter and I sometimes make the animals fit what people are looking for by removing or adding laziness. You haven’t lived until you saw a cat with 0% laziness.

Aciukinesis - Control Sharpness

  • Did you know that most man made spheres are still more jagged than the earth itself? You haven’t experienced softness until you felt a perfectly smooth ball. There’s also not a lot of traction so please cup it in your hands.
  • I’m one of the only chefs here that doesn’t have some sort of hot or cold ability. But me being very clumsy, the ability to make all my knives dull saves my fingers a lot.
  • I keep making all the knives in the kitchen blunt so I can watch my parent-in-law get frustrated and lose their dominance over me.

Aerokinesis - Control Air

  • I can control the air but that doesn’t do a lot so I just got a few wind turbines for my property, so I get power for free. It’s a small win, but I like it. 
  • Sometimes I go to the beach and set up a kite rental booth while making it windy. It doesn’t make much but it helps with rent.
  • No one thinks that controlling air is that cool of a super power until I take it out of their lungs.

Aestatekinesis - Control Summer

  • I hate sweating so I made this summer really mild but it’s affecting my town’s farming economy.
  • I forgot that Alaska’s still supposed to be pretty cold in the summer and I may have made the ice caps melt a little more.

Aggressiokinesis - Control Anger

  • I work in tandem with a crisis clinic and so far, there isn’t a patient I can’t calm down.
  • My anti-aggression dog classes are the best in the business. I even stop by pet shelters.
  • I just love watching these people tear each other limb from limb with blind rage. I’m gonna be sad to see you go though.

Aidoskinesis - Control Humidity

  • One of the only things good about my powers is that I can make my boss’ office so humid they have horrible hair and sweat stains for their meeting with corporate. 
  • My greenhouse is always at the perfect humidity even in the dead of winter.
  • I’m gulty of making someone so humid they’ve taken off their shirt before. It’s a blessing.

Alcokinesis - Control Alcohol

  • You always get too out of hand with your drinking so I just take the alcohol content out of your drinks.
  • My coworker bugs the hell out of me and they’re going in for a company-wide drug test today. I made their breakfast have a healthy amount of alcohol.
  • It’s very fun to see someone pantamime being drunk when they think they are when in actuality I’ve taken all the alcohol out of their drink.

Amokinesis - Control Love and Desire

  • Shit are you actually in love with me or did I manipulate you into liking me?
  • As a joke I was going to make my classmate fall in love with whoever came in next but you did and now I’m very jealous.
  • I make people forget about me when we break up so it’s easy on them but I can’t get rid of my own love for them, even when there’s no chance of getting back together ever now. 

Anthracokinesis - Control Coal

  • I like being alone so I move to Centralia and just turn off the surrounding coals when I’m walking over them. It’s very quiet but very smoky. I need to leave town to buy a gas mask.
  • I bought a bit of land and made a little mine before buying a truckload of coal and just stiking it in the walls. Then, I compressed it all into diamonds.
  • So my parents gave me a little tough love as a child and gave me a piece of coal one christmas. I’ll admit, I was a naughty child. But that piece of coal made me learn of my powers. It’s the only piece I’ll never manipulate anymore.

Antikinesis - Control Antimatter

  • No you can’t come to my antimatter dimension. It’s very private.
  • I think we had a good run, I’m just gonna get a black hole in here real quick.
  • I always wanted to visit Chernobl, good thing I can just sort of turn off the gamma radation and go for a walk. 

Argentokinesis - Control Silver

  • Whoops I’m in werewolf country better make all my clothes and stuff have silver mesh.
  • “Yes this is genuine gold” I say to someone when I took the silver content out of a ring.
  • So I don’t have the best impulse control. I made my rude neighbor’s prized dog into a silver statue and now it’s like… eighty sets of flatwear.

Arthrokinesis - Control Joints

  • I may be a very inactive person, but damned if my joints ever pop. I’m doing sprints anytime I feel like it.
  • I got too excited testing how much I could let my joints move and may have dislocated by shoulder. 
  • Yes, I tried to suck my own dick. Yes, I should have realized that there is actually bone stopping me from bending my spine like that. Don’t laugh at me.

Asterokinesis - Control Cosmic Energy

  • I’ve ascended to be the god of the universe and all I want to do is to stop being in charge and just have some time off for once.
  • I saw how much earth was desperate to meet other beings so I made some closer planets support life. 
  • I’m not just some giant being in space. I’m a regular person. I buy groceries, collect rocks, and I’m desperate for people to never know I made them. 

Astrakinesis - Control Astral Energy

  • I am nearly constantly disassociating. The good news is that I have like thirty dream selves I can be while the others go on autopilot. 
  • I can see spirits so I just deal with ghosts for a living. Most of the time they’re just confused.
  • I can work as a medium for ghosts to talk through but you roleplaying with your dead datemate is the last straw.

Astronkinesis - Control Remnants of Cosmic Substances

  • I realized that in my lifetime I would never see a mission to a star so I made some much closer to us.
  • I don’t feel like this world’s really going anywhere. I’m just gonna supernova the sun next weekend. 
  • My tarot card readings are always perfect and I sincerely want you to leave the country.

Atmokinesis - Control Weather

  • I am the best weather forecaster the world has ever seen. I work for a small town in rural country though. I think I have five hundred viewers on a daily basis? 
  • I always make sure my neighbor’s/parent’s/friend’s/etc farm gets the best weather.
  • My entrences are always punctuated with lightening and I love it.

Atomkinesis - Control Atoms

  • It’s like 3-D printing, only much better. Check out this awesome watch I made.
  • I hope you like nuclear wastelands, because that’s what you’re getting.
  • Surprise, your house is full of radon gas!it’ll stay that way until you do what I say.

Audiokinesis - Control Sound 

  • Nothing quite like a day of absolute silence when you have an audio processing disorder.
  • Movies are very fun to watch when I can make one character silent and just ad lib the dialogue.
  • The fact that I can chat style silence someone is the best.

Aurokinesis - Control Aura

  • I can see how people act before ever talking to them, that’s why you’re the only one in the room I’m going to talk to. 
  • Where I live, auras are very important. So I can easily hide among them as someone without giving an inkling of malice.
  • I personally hate you so now you get too radiate bad energy until you apologize. 

Aurokinesis - Control Gold

  • I’m allergic to what they use in fake gold but I have no money for good jewelry so I just make it gold after I buy it for cheap. 
  • It’s not quite the Midas touch, but I’ve pulled that prank before. 
  • I make golden jewelry and sculptures by making them out of clay/wood/etc and turning them into gold for huge profits.

Autumnuskinesis - Control Autumn

  • My hometown capitalizes on my love of pumpkins and sweater weather by becoming a destination for those looking to beat the heat but don’t want to own a down jacket. 
  • I can make things rot. So I rotted my neighbor’s garden a week before harvest. 
  • I make autumn immediately follow winter so now the world’s harvesting systems are fucked because I get pollen allergies. 

Avarikinesis - Control Greed

  • I’m trying to make the world fair by taking all the greed out of high-ranking officials but sometimes that was their only driving force and they have no actual job experience. 
  • I made someone comically greedy because being a superhero in a town in which no banks need protecting is boring.
  • I want so desperately to not have to take greed out of anymore people. It’s getting so tiring. I need to go on a vacation. 

Avikinesis - Control Avains

  • Having hawks fly to my aide when my boss was giving me shit in the parking lot was definitely a sweet move.
  • I may live in this cottage alone, but these birds are more than enough company. One of them just told me about someone who ate shit on pavement last week in a city ten miles away. It’s awesome.
  • “Bats fly, right? Why can’t I control bats?” “Please just let me do my work.” ‘What about bugs?” “Please go home.” “Do flying fish count?”
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requested by: @heartattackholland 

summaryTom Holland was your best friend growing up, but as his acting career took off–the two of you fell out of touch. However, past feelings for him rise up again as a wedding invitation from him arrives for you in the mail. 

pairings: tom holland x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: a lot of angst, a lot of explicit swearing

a/n: this shit y’all–whew–i was FEELIN the angst with this one guys, it was bananas. i loved it. i also tried to incorporate more of his family into it, and also a very made-up side character. enjoy, babes! 


“What do you want to be when you grow up?” you asked, your voice carrying in the sweet summer breeze.

Tom looked up from the flower crown he was weaving together, his brow furrowing in thought. “I don’t know….maybe an actor.”

“An actor?” you smiled, plucking a daisy from the grassy field. “Why?”

“I want to make people smile and make people laugh,” he replied, his hands stilling in his lap. “I want to make people feel things, you know?”

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“More Than Roommates”

Request: I saw you asked for prompts. This one is pretty smutty. Can you do one where Sebastian and the reader are roommates and she comes home and catches him jerking off, which leads to more. Or if not Sebastian, then one of his characters. Thank you love your writing!

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT, sub and dom relationship, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 2067

A/N: gimme a lance anon. i need it. i wrote this at school at someone stopped to read it and it was at the dirtiest part. 


Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold and silver medals at the Olympics.

He didn’t know that you had a huge crush on him. You would never tell him. He wasn’t the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead. Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason. You didn’t even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but Lance’s fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you.

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My Jojo Smile Project!! I hope I can get atleast 2 from each part.. So as of now 6/16 done! This is so far been a blessed and cursed journey for smiles but its been worth it 👌

I Think I’m Dying

1964

Sirius had woken up to a coughing fit that made his lungs ache and his throat burn. Regulus was still snoring softly from the other side of the room and Sirius made sure not to be too loud as he slipped out of bed and closed the door softly behind him.

He knew he wasn’t allowed into the study when his mother was working but he hadn’t known what else to do - he’d already lingered at the top of the stairs for an hour, trying to get his mother’s attention without having to actually go downstairs but she’d just ignored him. Sirius pushed open the study door with some effort, tears streaming down his face, chest tight, tiny hands pulling and worrying the ends of his nightshirt. Walburga was leant over the desk, quill scratching on the paper in her manicured grip.

“What is it?” she snapped, turning sharp grey eyes to glare at him, “You know you’re not allowed down here.” Sirius recoiled slightly, his bottom lip quivering. His face was starting to feel heavy and sticky with tears.   

“Mumma,” he whined, “My throat is all hurty and I can’t stop coughing.” He paused for a moment to meet his mother’s eyes, “I think I’m dying.” Walburga curled her lip disdainfully at him, setting the quill aside to cross her arms over her chest.

“Don’t be absurd, you’re not dying now go back to bed and stop being a nuisance!” Sirius hesitated, he had wanted a hug, a smile, anything to make him feel a little better. He balled his hands into fists by his sides, his lip trembling. Walburga pushed away from the desk so suddenly that it rattled against the wall and Sirius almost fell as she strode towards him, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him out of the room back towards the staircase. Kreacher glared coldly at him as they passed the kitchen doorway. Sirius struggled to keep up as his mother marched him up the stairs, stumbling a few times, depositing him in front of his bedroom door without so much as a backwards glance.

“Stupid boy - it’s a wonder I had children at all.” Sirius sat in the doorway of his room and cried. He screamed and he yelled and pounded his tiny fists onto the floor but his mother didn’t come back and, eventually, he fell asleep on the landing curled up in a ball.

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1971

Sirius loved being at school - the castle was everything Grimmauld Place wasn’t, it was loud and colourful and welcoming. He’d already made friends with three of the boys in his house: Peter Pettigrew, a shy blonde boy with big round eyes and a nervous smile; James Potter, who was becoming more and more like the brother Sirius wished he had - James was brave and funny and just as up for causing trouble as Sirius was; Remus Lupin often tried to stop them from going quite so over the top with their pranks but Sirius could usually talk him round. Remus was taller than any of them, with long spindly legs and light brown curls that dipped into his eyes constantly and lots of faded scars that marked his cheeks.   

A week into his first term at Hogwarts, Sirius got ill. He’d woken up one morning with his throat closed up and his skin cold and clammy. Determined not to let it ruin the flying lesson scheduled for that afternoon, he’d sucked it up and gone to breakfast with his friends. The Great Hall was filled with the delicious smells of the usual Hogwarts feasts but they just made Sirius want to be sick. He faceplanted the table groaning softly.

“I think I’m dying.” He mumbled to himself. James, who had just been about to launch a spoonful of jam at a totally oblivious Peter on the other side of the table, paused mid catapult.

“Sirius? You alright mate?”

“‘M fine” he mumbled, “I’ll still be able to go flying.” They were probably just worried they wouldn’t be able to go, he thought. Someone touched his shoulder and Sirius slowly raised his head to see all three of his friends peering at him in concern. Remus’ hand hovering above his arm.

“Never mind flying, you’re almost the same shade as Nearly Headless Nick, do you feel alright?” Sirius only blinked at them. Remus looked worried. They all did. But they couldn’t be worried about him, more likely they were annoyed that they wouldn’t be able to go to Ogg’s flying lesson. They’d all been really looking forward to it after they’d seen the Gryffindor team on their way to practice on their second day. Looking at his friends staring back at him, Sirius couldn’t bring himself to lie to them.

“I feel like my stomach is about to jump up my throat and I haven’t been able to breathe properly since I woke up.” He waited for the sighs and the angry muttering and the mumbled ‘stop being so selfish’ that he was used to but none came. Instead James stuck his hand in the air, calling over Professor McGonagall. Remus leant forward again and placed a cool hand on Sirius’ forehead.

“What is it Mr. Potter?” McGonagall asked, peering down at Sirius who struggled not to let his head drop back onto the table top.

“Sirius isn’t feeling very well, can he go back to the dorm?” McGonagall nodded after a moment.

“Of course, he looks dreadful. You’d better go with him Potter. You too Mr Lupin, Mr Pettigrew. Make sure he doesn’t fall up the stairs.” James grinned up at her with a mock salute and ran from the room. Remus took one of Sirius’ arms in his and started guiding him from the Great Hall.

“Why didn’t you say anything Sirius?” He asked quietly. Sirius shrugged.

“At home no one really cared… most of the time they just told me to get over it so I uh, I just assumed it’d be the same here.” Remus gave a long suffering sigh as they reached the Gryffindor tower.

“Don’t be daft Sirius, you can’t help it if you’re ill and of course we care about you. You’re our friend.” Remus turned to say the password, leaving Sirius to try not to betray the fact that even though Remus had stated it like it was completely obvious, no one had ever told Sirius that it was okay to be ill. As they walked through the empty common room and up the stairs to the dorm room Sirius could hear James stumbling around.

“Sirius!” James bounded to a stop in front of them as they pushed open the door, taking Sirius’ arm and yanking him away from Remus and further into the room. “So I moved your bed away from the window so you wouldn’t get cold and I took the blankets off of my bed so you’d be really cosy and- where’s Peter?” Remus left the dorm to look and James pushed Sirius down onto his bed and pushed and pulled at the covers until he was tucked in, eyelids drooping with the soft warmth of an extra blanket.   

A loud clattering on the staircase made his eyes jerk open again to see Peter and Remus returning to the room, both with arms full of food from the breakfast table.

“I didn’t know what you wanted,” Peter said breathlessly, dropping the food onto Sirius’ bedside table, “so I brought you everything I could carry… though, I may have dropped a few of the sausages…” Remus deposited even more food onto the trunk at the foot of the bed before glancing at the clock.

“We should get going or we’ll be late.” James wrapped an arm around Sirius’ head, pulling it into his lap and draping his body over Sirius dramatically.

“But if we leave him alone he could die, Remus, die!” He shrugged one shoulder. “We’ll have to skip all of our lessons to look after him. Won’t we Sirius.” Sirius couldn’t see anything through James’ arms.

“Can’t… breathe… James!” James let go and Sirius relaxed back against the pillows, a slow grin spreading over his face.

“Oops, sorry mate.”

“Remus is right James, we have to go! I don’t fancy being late for potions… a detention with Slughorn would just be listening to him talk for hours.” James got off the bed pouting.

“Fine,” he whined, craning his head back over his shoulder to wave at Sirius, “we’ll come see ya later so hurry and get better.” Sirius listened to them as they left the dorm before letting his eyes drift shut, happier than he could ever remember being.

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Caught In The Crossfire // A Mitch Rapp Smut

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Oral (Female on Male), Unprotected Sex, Extremely Graphic Violence, Very Graphic Deaths, Angst, Physical Torture, Swearing, and your heart might just break. 

Word Count: 8,123

Song: Trouble by Halsey

A/N: I was definitely not expecting this fic to take the turn it does but, honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Shoutout to my ultimate homie @stilinski-jpeg for letting me pester her with ideas and helping me decide which ones to add to the fic. I love you, sis. Anyway, I really hope you guys like this because, fuck, I sure do. 


Mitch Rapp is the ultimate secret agent this world has ever seen — James Bond doesn’t even come close enough to compare to him. Ever since Katrina’s death, he has completely dedicated his life to clearing the planet of terrorists. He fights crime, kills bad guys and saves innocent lives on a daily basis. The CIA has even gone as far as to call Mitch Rapp the perfect weapon, capable and skilled beyond imagination.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the scariest and most badass villain out there, very well known all over the world for her vicious crimes. Stealing, kidnapping, making a fortune off the black market, torturing her enemies and, especially, brutally killing are some of her many specialties. People around the planet talk about and even fear (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for what she has already done and what she is planning on doing next.

So, you’d think that when Mitch Rapp was assigned to eliminate this particular target who has caused enough chaos around her, he would’ve immediately killed her the first chance he got, right?

Wrong.

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Cory always enjoyed spending time with his older brother. Even though there was an 18 year age difference, Cory’s older brother still treated him like a big kid and Cory liked that. One of Cory’s favorite things to do with his older brother was work out with him. Cory was only 8 year old, so his body wasn’t going to gain big muscle like his brother’s but he still liked being around all the big boys and watch them lift the big weights. One day, Cory and his brother went to a new gym. “Hey! What’s this place?” Cory asked as they pulled up to the new gym. “It’s uhhh, it’s a better gym than the one we usually go to. You’ll be able to do more big kid stuff here.” Cory’s older brother said with a smile. As they got out of the car and entered the doors, Cory immediately started to feel warm. “Is it warm in here?” Cory asked his brother as he fanned himself with his small hand. Cory’s brother laughed and replied, “you’re fine little bro. Look, I think I see a treadmill open. Why don’t you run for a bit and I’ll meet up with you later after I change into my work out gear.” Cory responded with, “okay bro, I’ll catch you in a bit.”

Cory walked over to the big treadmill. Cory looked at all the buttons on it and was instantly confused. “Ummm, how do I work this?” Cory didn’t want to look confused in front of all the big boys so he just pressed the up arrow until it read the number “24” in big red glowing numbers. Just then, the machine started to move. It was going pretty fast but Cory was keeping a steady pace. Cory started to feel warm again but ignored the feeling so that he didn’t look weak. “Uuuh!” Cory felt a jolt of energy surging throughout his body now. Cory tried to stop running but he couldn’t, it was like his legs were being controlled by something else. “He-Hey, What’s happening?” He was confused as his legs continued to run. Just then Cory being to spurt up in height. “Ugh! Wha?” He looked down noticing his clothes were tighter than before. He felt his shoes get really tight and his shirt barely covered his torso now. Cory looked around to see if anyone noticed his sudden growth spurt but everyone was preoccupied with their work out. “Uuugh! Not again!” Just then Cory felt the surge get stronger. He listened as his shoes began to burst open. “Ow!” His toes were now exposed and then suddenly his feet bursted through his small shoes. Two large size 13 feet replaced his size 7 shoes. He felt the surge crawl up his legs which caused his legs to grow larger and more muscular. Cory then started to run faster due to all the muscle weight he just put on. The surge of energy climbed into his torso. Suddenly he noticed that his chest was popping out and shredding the front of his shirt almost instantly. “Ugh!!” Cory was sweating as his body began to grow more muscular and taller. Cory’s shirt fell clean off of his torso exposing a mature and large chest and stomach. His arms were so big now. His body looked to be that of a young football player’s.

“Ooooh!” Cory’s dick began to throb in his tight gym shorts. He felt his balls drop suddenly causing his voice to deepen. His face kept his young boyish charm but resembled a much older man’s face. His shorts busted open as his butt grew larger. Cory continued running as his thick muscles and pecs jumped in place. His large bare feet hit the treadmill with every step. He couldn’t stop running, but he didn’t want to. All that was left of his work out clothes were a tight pair of underwear now. Cory felt so horny but he just couldn’t stop running.

Just then Cory’s brother came out. “Whoa! Hey little bro! Looks like the gym had no problem claiming you as one of its own already.” His brother said as he examined his once small little brother’s body. “Now don’t think this means you’re going to get bigger than me now.” He laughed as he patted his now large littler brother’s sweaty back. “You keep working hard bro, I’m going to head over to the weights.” Cory watched as his brother walked away slowly starting to realize that this gym was a not so ordinary gym and his older brother knew it.

Jack Maynard Imagine - Sneaky (SMUT)

When you first moved to London from Wiltshire into your older brother’s flat, the last thing you expected was to catch feelings for one of his best friends. 

You would be lying if you said Joe hadn’t warned you about dating any of his mates. At first, it had just been a joke, a silly little thing to tease you and annoy you. But as he saw you getting closer and closer to Josh, Conor and Jack, he backed up on his joke-y tone. 

He wasn’t worried that much about your friendship with Conor and Josh, mainly because deep inside he knew they only looked at you as a friend. And if they happened to have any sort of romantic feelings towards you, he knew they’d hold them back, or at least ask him for approval- because you were his little sister and Joe was one of his best mates.

But when it came to Jack Maynard, Joe couldn’t relax. It wasn’t like he didn’t like him; he was one of his closest friends after all. Maybe that’s why he suffered, because he knew Jack’s past concerning relationship, and although he was a good person, he was not as good with feelings. And he was scared he’d break your vibrant heart, the one he had taken care of for so many years.

But he had seen you together on both of your channels, and he couldn’t deny there was something about your relationship that was almost drawing. He noticed that your personalities were in fact more similar than he had thought at first. He also noticed you always ended up crying of laughter when you were with him, and seeing you happy made him happy.

Yet it was still Jack Maynard he was talking about. Joe, as the observant brother he was, knew that you needed lots of sweet behaviours and cuddles to function, and he doubted Jack could give you that. So he had that tiny hope, that perfect plan which would constist of you forgetting all about him because he was too cold-hearted for your taste.

But his plan never met reality.

A few months ago, in one of Gleam’s fancy parties on a big mannor lost in the middle of the forest, he had seen you kissing him at the isolated back garders. At first he had exploded with rage. He had warned his idiotic friends - especially that idiot - not to lay a hand on his sister, ever. Yet there he was, his full lips covering yours, your tiny and fragile body wrapped under his hands. And Joe was livid.

He decided not to tell anybody that he had caught you, though. He thought it was a smart move, to keep an eye on Jack and you, and look at you suspiciously, until you’d finally admit what he had seen with his own eyes. But although Jack and you started officially dating a few days after your first kiss, it was still a secret to everyone else. Especially to your brother. 

Now, as you sat in the back seat of Conor’s Range Rover, Josh between Jack and you, you got the sudden feeling that maybe a weekend off camping with your brother and your secret boyfriend wasn’t such a great idea. 

“How long until we get there?” Josh asked Conor, who was currently driving. Joe and him had just switched seats.

“Half an hour, I believe” he answered back. 

“Mikey just texted me saying they’re stopping because Caspar wants to fucking pee” Jack said, getting loud groans from both Josh and Joe. Oli, Mikey, Caspar and all your belongings were in Caspar’s car behind yours.

“I need to stretch my legs so badly” you commented, as you pushed Josh aside “You’re literally too fucking big to be in the backseat, between two other people”

Josh laughed, throwing himself at you jokingly. You let out a scream as he crushed your petite body “Careful” Jack and Joe said at the same time, making your cheeks go a tone redder. You saw Joe giving him a weird look from the rear mirror. 

“She’s alright” Josh said, sitting back up. He ruffled your hair, making you giggle. 

“I still don’t know why I agreed to let you come with these idiots” Joe told you, half joking. 

“I’m my own person, Joe. Get over it” you answered bitterly, getting loud cheers from the boys. Joe simply looked out of the window, and said nothing.

For the past few weeks, you had noticed a change in Joe’s behaviour towards you. And you were annoyed. He was more bitter, worrying about where you were and what time you were coming home, although he had never cared so much about it before. But you weren’t stupid, you knew he was up to something. You suspected he knew about Jack and you, but you hoped you were wrong. He had warned you about Jack when you first met him, and of course you hadn’t listened.

Then again, Jack didn’t turn out to be as bad as your brother had told you. Before your first kiss, you had been really close friends, and he had always cared for you and your well-being. Joe knew about that time Jack punched a guy in the jaw at the club because he didn’t leave you alone - so what did he have to say against him?

Jack as a boyfriend was the sweetest you had ever imagined him to be. He always wanted a cuddle, or a kiss on the tip of his nose. He treated you like a princess, roses and bubble baths included. If Joe knew about that side of Jack, he’d be more than delighted  with your relationship. But you thought that maybe he was too stubborn to see it, and so you decided not to mention that particular aspect of your social life to him.

When you got to the camping site, it was almost dinner time. Caspar and the rest arrived twenty minutes after you, but you couldn’t really start putting up the tents because everything was on his car. So you just hung out in the cafeteria, laughing at some random video Josh had put on his phone. 

“Took you guys long enough” Conor laughed as he went straight for the bags. 

You walked behind him to grab the tents, which turned out to weight a ton more than you expected. You were struggling to get them out of the trunk until you suddenly felt them getting a lot lighter. 

“Lemme carry them, babe” Jack said, putting both tent bags under his armpits. You thanked him with a smile.

“Joe! Jack just called your sister ‘babe’!” you heard Caspar shout in the middle of the parking lot, and you immediately wanted to punch him.

“You better back up if you don’t want your balls cut off, buddy” Oli commented, not being able to supress a laugh as he grabbed the last bag and closed the boot.

Caspar walked by your side and rubbed your head “You know I love you, Y/N” he smiled, and you rolled your eyes “You have to admit that Joe’s reaction at the posibility of you getting rid of the Sugg and replacing it with Maynard is pretty funny, tho” he laughed.

You blushed “Stop it, Caspar” You could see Jack smiling by the corner of your eye. 

“Oooh, someone’s blushing” Mikey commented in his usual too-loud-voice, and you rolled your eyes again and walked away from the boys, trying to forget the awkward situation you had just been in. 

Soon enough it was right past midnight, and you were all chilling out in the moonlight. Conor started telling stories about famous people who turned out to be quite the assholes, and not long after that Caspar had fallen asleep.  You were sitting besides Jack with your feet over his legs, feeling the burning look of Joe’s eyes in your own. But you didn’t want to look at him. 

“Shit” you muttered as your hand blindly tried to grab something from inside your bag that obviously wasn’t there “I think I forgot my portable phone charger in your car, Con” you told him. 

“No prob” his hand went to the bottom of his jeans before he tossed the car keys at you.

Just when you were standing up, you felt Jack getting up again. You gave him a weid look “You’re not going by yourself, it’s pitch dark” he said, and all you wanted to do was to kiss him right there. Sometimes you wished everyone knew, so you didn’t have to hide to act couple-ish.

But as soon as you made sure you were out of their sight, you threw yourself at Jack and wrapped your legs around his torso. He laughed before pressing your lips together hungrily, your tongues already fighting for dominance. He let yours win this time.

“I’ve been dying to kiss you all fucking day” he whispered in your ear, the hot steam coming out of his mouth setting you off. He started working his way up your neck as he carried you towards the car. 

You let out a small moan as he sucked on your special spot, and dug your fingernails on his shoulder blades. He groaned in response, and attacked your lips again. Soon enough your back was pressed against Conor’s car’s bonnet.

“I want you so bad right now, Jack” you almost pleaded, as his hands travelled to the zip of your shorts.

“I’ve been wanting to get rid of these all day, babe. You have no idea” he whispered roughly. Suddenly, you felt a big ball of pressure between your legs, as Jack introduced two fingers inside you, already thrusting in and out rapildy. You let out a high-pitched cry.

Jack looked around “Get inside the car” There were not many vehicles around, and definetly no one out there. But the last thing he wanted was for someone to walk into the parking lot - seeing his luck that someone would be Joe - and catching you having sex against a Range Rover. 

You did as he told you, your jeans barely hanging on your hips anymore. You thanked god the backseat of Conor’s car was big enough. Jack immediately took your shorts off, and then your lacy underwear he loved so much to tease you over. But he knew he didn’t have much time, and he wanted you so badly.

You let out a loud whimper as you felt his tongue sucking on your clit, his strong hands holding your hips tightly. You arched your back as your hands looked for something to grab. They finally went to his hair. 

“Jack” you screamed, your voice breaking as he introduced yet another finger inside you. Ever since that morning, you had wanted no more than to be all over him like when you were alone in your apartment. You loved Jack’s sweet and loving side, but you would be lying if you said his rough and dominant side didn’t get you every time. His touch was your weakness, and he knew it. 

Eventually, the emptiness he left when he removed his mouth from you  was replaced with his lenght. He let out a loud groan as he pulled in, giving neither of you enough time to adjust to the new feeling.

It took you long enough to actually have sex once you started dating. At first it was because both of you were literally too busy to see each other - Jack also travelled quite frequently to Brighton to film whatever his secret project was. So the first time you properly slept together, it was a mix of lust and desire. Because you had wanted to see how good he was in bed for a long time, and he just couldn’t resist the thought of you lying naked under his body.

He started thrusting faster, making you scream like you never had before. You felt the car starting to move up and down, and you hoped there was no one in the parking lot at that exact moment. You prayed for that someone not to be Joe. You let out the loudest scream as you reached your high, your fingernails pressed against his back, not being able to breathe properly anymore. You cried his name.

He hugged your torso as he came not long after you, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. He thrusted into you a few times before you felt your walls clentching again, and you suddenly felt him filling you completely. He groaned as he hid his face on the crook of your neck, still holding you “I needed you so bad, Y/N” he whispered “I couldn’t take it anymore”

You let out a small laugh. You kissed the top of his head before it hit you “Do you realise we just had sex in the back of your brother’s car?”

“Way to ruin the moment”

You burst out laughing before releasing yourself from him. He pulled you in for a deep kiss “I love you, idiot” he said, making you blush.

“I love you too, silly” 

You put on your shorts before making your way to the camping site again, hoping you hadn’t taken too much time on the car, or else it would rise some suspicions. Sure enough, when you got back to the tents, only Conor, Joe and Oli were still outside.

“Damn, did you go back to London to get the bloody charger?” Oli asked you, and suddenly you realised you hadn’t even cared to take the charger. You mentally slapped yourself.

“I couldn’t find it” you said, throwing the car keys to Conor. You locked eyes quickly with your brother, and that’s when you knew that he knew. 

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to bed” Oli said, clapping Joe’s back, who was next to him “See you in the morning, babes” he laughed before getting inside his tent. You then noticed there were only two tents left, and four of you out there.  

You looked at Joe “Am I sleeping with you?” you asked him, thinking it was the most likely option. You had shared a bed with him before, after all.

“No” he said “You and Jack are sleeping together” 

You froze, making Conor burst out laughing. You looked at Jack, who was indeed as confused as you were “I mean, it doesn’t take a scientist to know that you guys have a thing going on” the oldest Maynard said, making your heart jump.

“What.. How do you know?” you mid-whispered, looking directly at your brother, not even bothering to deny it anymore “How…? What the hell, Joe”

Joe smiled for the first time. It was a small smile, but you were finally calm “I’ve known for a couple of weeks now” he said “I caught you guys kissing at that Gleam party a few months ago, and then again like, two and a half weeks ago” he confessed.

“I caught you yesterday” Conor laughed “I immediately texted Joe as the good brother I am”

Jack rolled his eyes, but smiled because he wouldn’t have to pretend not wanting to kiss you every minute from that moment on “Are you mad?” you timidly asked Joe. He shook his head.

“I mean, I’d probably choose the other Maynard if I were you” he joked, making both Conor and Jack laugh “But  if this idiot over here treats you well and loves you, then I have nothing to say” he said, making you blush.

“We are all gonna be family!” Conor shouted excitedly, pinching Joe’s side repeatedly.

“Are Jack and Y/N having babies yet?” Caspar asked, his voice coming from inside the tent he was sharing with Josh.

“Hey, hey, I said nothing about babies” Joe said, before he laughed with Conor. You were glad he had taken it so well. You suddenly felt Jack’s arms around you, pressing you against his warm body. 

He whispered into your ear “Why don’t we go inside and finish what we left off at the car?”

“Sneaky bastard” you mumbled before plating a loud kiss on his lips.

“Wait” Conor said as you were getting inside the tent. But you were too impatient to listen to whatever he had to say “Did I just hear ‘car’? Fucking shit, you better didn’t do anything disgusting on my baby, I swear to god” he fake cried.

You both laughed as you pressed your lips together once more. Oh Conor, only if you knew. 

*droolz* uhm ok…how about a little masturbation voyeurism? mirror play? role play? all dat kinky shit, idk tyler n josh doin it 

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Tyler and Josh were sharing a hotel room and Tyler was taking a shower. Josh must not have heard the water shut off or something, but when Tyler opened the door, he seen Josh sprawled out on their bed. His underwear pushed down to his knees, head back against his pillow, eyes closed and mouth open. His expression seemed so angelic, despite the sinful things his hand was doing to his cock and the filthy way his muscles responded. Tyler stood there, stunned for a moment out of curiosity and something more. His gaze mainly focused on Josh’s lower half, as this was his first time seeing his best friend like this. Hand working his cock and hips bucking up, as if he’d done this a million times. Tyler could easily hear Josh’s breathless moans from where he stood, seeming to be pretty deep into his session and Ty didn’t want to rudely interrupt. Tyler felt something stiffen under the towel he had wrapped around his hips as he wondered what Josh thought about. As time slowed, it felt like the world had briefly stopped as Tyler was experiencing this majestic moment, but it was only a mere few seconds before Josh locked eyes with him, realizing there was a light coming from the bathroom that wasn’t there before. Josh gasped and stopped with a jolting motion as he tried to pull his underwear up to conceal himself, but it was far too late. 

“oh..um…sorry.” was all Tyler could say before backtracking and shutting the door, allowing Josh some privacy and time to get re-situated. Tyler felt a stir of mixed feelings. Curiosity, being the most prevalent. But also amusement, guilt, and a general sense of excitement. Those were his emotions though, his body had different ideas, judging from his erection jutting through the towel. He leaned against the sink on his hands, looking at his face in the mirror and mouthing the words “holy fuck”. He had no idea what to do. If he didn’t get rid of his erection, Josh would know. But if he stayed in the bathroom too long after he was obviously done showering, Josh would know. 

Tyler turned on the water and got ready to brush his teeth. He thought of everything in the book to get rid of his hard on, but nothing seemed to work, the image refusing to leave his mind. After brushing his teeth, he sighed and unwrapped the towel from his hips and leaned against the sink, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving an experimental tug. He bit his lip to keep from moaning and swiped at the pre-cum at his tip, sighing as he twisted and pulled the only way he knew how. He reached down with his other hand to gently tug on his balls. It felt right, touching himself like this while his friend was just on the other side of the door doing the same thing minutes before. He wondered if Josh was taking this time alone to finish what he was doing, or if he was too embarrassed. That’s where the guilt came in, because he really didn’t want him to feel bad about it. 

“Um…Tyler? Are you okay in there?” Josh asked after a moment. His voice was deep and clear, it was obvious he was right up to the door. Tyler’s breath hitched, and he slowed down, trying to stabilize his breathing so he’d sound normal. 

“Y..eah, just a minute!” Tyler managed, cringing at the obvious arousal and nervousness dripping from his voice. He considered taking his hand off his cock, stopping altogether out of shame, but it just felt so damn good. And he was so close. Josh’s voice on the other end wasn’t helping, in fact, it was adding an element of taboo and excitement. His mouth dropped open and head fell helplessly back as his hand carried out the motions on his slick cock. 

On the other side, Josh was grinning wide. He knew exactly what was going on. He could feel Tyler’s presence before he met his gaze, but dragged it on just a little bit longer to put on a show. When Tyler was in the shower, Josh couldn’t keep his mind off his friend just feet away. All tan and naked with water cascading down his tight little frame. He’s seen him naked before, and that image is how his hand ended up in his underwear, and how they ended up around his knees. His little experiment worked, and he knew what Tyler was feeling now. 

“Can I help?” Josh simply asked. Tyler shivered at his suggestive tone. 

“Wh…what?” Tyler asked, still in denial at what was happening. 

“C’mon Ty, let me in. It’s okay, we’re friends.” Josh said, his voice soothing. That was his best friend outside the door, how was he not to trust him. 

“Ok.” Was all Tyler said in a small, unsure voice before unlocking and opening the door to Josh, who immediately stepped in and wrapped Tyler in his arms. Tyler’s eyes widened at the physical contact as he was still stark naked and hard. In fact, there was no way Josh couldn’t feel the way Tyler’s cock was obscenely pressed into his hip, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. Tyler blushed as Josh finally pulled away to face him and look down. All he felt was love and acceptance. 

“Is it ok if I….” Josh began to ask, looking back up at Tyler’s face in hopes he’d understand without having to finish the sentence. Tyler nodded, staring into his eyes and feeling an overwhelming urgency mixed with a little fear, his heart pounded faster.  

“Please.” Tyler whispered, nodding before realizing it. All fear and uncertainty melted away as his cock was enveloped in the strong, warm embrace of Josh’s hand. Josh looked to Tyler’s face for approval before continuing to expertly work him the way he just was on himself earlier. Tyler nodded, muttering “yes yes, more Josh, please.” In the heat of passion, Josh attacked his neck, kissing him like he’s wanted to for so long. Delicious moans and exhales fell from Tyler’s lips in a steady stream as Josh drank him in, licking and sucking at his warm skin. Tyler leaned his head back, allowing him easier access. He pulled back up, staring at Josh’s lips with lust as Josh met him in what he’d describe as years of pent up affection. All awkward tongues fighting for dominance, eventually subsiding into the most elegant dance that was trance-inducing. Josh’s hand slowed down considerably by the distraction, until Tyler started rutting in search of friction. 

“Fuck me.” Tyler breathed absentmindedly, primal urges taking over. Josh looked at him in a mix of confusion and shock. Tyler wasn’t one to cuss, but now he was saying to fuck him? He was seeing a side to Tyler that he never knew existed, and it was so hot. 

“Turn around.” Josh growled. Tyler whimpered at the order and obeyed naturally, turning towards the sink and baring his ass to Josh, who immediately took to cupping it like he always wanted to. He took a moment to just play with him, squeezing, lightly smacking and spreading his cheeks. Tyler groaned at the new stimulation he was receiving, wanting to shrink away and receive more at the same time. It was a new, confusing feeling for him, being this exposed and vulnerable. He felt submissive, leaning forward further towards the mirror in a metaphorical attempt to say “take me”. He could see Josh behind him in the mirror, shirtless and looking really turned on with his bottom lip between his teeth.  

Josh got on his knees and kissed each cheek, causing Tyler to giggle because it tickled kind of. Josh smirked when his giggling turned to moaning as he opened him up and licked into his hole for the first time. Josh was the one to laugh this time, kneading Tyler’s cheeks and tongue-fucking him until his legs were trembling and he was being held up by him. Josh inserted a pointer finger once he was sure Tyler was slick and ready. Tyler jolted, as it was a little less forgiving than Josh’s tongue, but he eventually relaxed enough for Josh to add one, even two more. Tyler was putty in his hands, a squirming and moaning mess as Josh thrusted, twisted, and wriggled his fingers inside Tyler. 

“So gorgeous. Knew you were a bottom, baby boy.” Josh muttered. Tyler moaned in response, blushing and easily slipping into his role. Josh had him so whipped. 

“Yes daddy, just for you. Fuck me, please.” Tyler begged, shocking himself. Josh held onto Tyler’s hip, kissing up Tyler’s spine as he slowly stood up. Tyler fucked himself back on the three fingers, gasping when Josh pulled out to wrap his arms around Tyler’s small body. He grinned at Tyler’s reflection in the mirror, kissing up his neck. 

“Hm. Since you asked nicely.” Josh faked nonchalance, pulling his briefs off and leaning over Tyler’s back while guiding his cock to his hole. Tyler felt himself being pushed forward by the stronger man’s body as Josh began to sink into his entrance. It burned, but once Josh was fully inside him with both hands braced on the sink, he was given a moment to adjust. Josh rested inside him like that, leaning further down to lick and bite at the skin he could reach on his back. 

“Touch yourself.” Josh spoke, as if reading his mind. Josh waited until he seen Tyler wrap a hand around himself and began moving it up and down before pulling his hips back. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, hissing at how unbelievably warm and tight he was. Tyler cried out in response, never feeling this full as he’s only ever used his fingers. Josh continued thrusting, starting out slow and deep then working up to a faster rhythm.

Tyler closed his eyes, holding himself up the best he could as Josh literally pounded his ass, hips slapping against skin. Nothing but moans filled the bathroom as he focused on the feeling, Josh’s cock hitting all the right spots inside him. He opened his eyes for a split second and caught a glimpse of Josh’s face in the mirror, all focused and looking down, licking his lips and making the most ungodly sex faces. 

“Ohh my god Josh I’m gonna cum.” Tyler warned, speeding up his hand on his cock. Josh continued grinding into his ass more deliberately and grabbed Tyler’s hips, pulling them back to meet him. 

“Spill for me, Ty, I wanna see. I’m so close.” Josh cooed, squeezing his hips encouragingly. He was breathless, switching between studying Tyler’s face in the mirror and his body as he shook and slowly fell apart. When his moans got louder, Josh sped up his thrusts to try and match his orgasm. His eyes rolled back as he tried to hold it in, almost failing. 

As soon as Tyler let out a convincing moan and tightened around him, Josh immediately let go with a grunt. 

“Oh…fuck…” He cursed, digging fingers into Tyler’s hips with the intensity of the orgasm coursing through him making his knees go weak. Tyler shuddered as he felt Josh cum inside him right as he was finishing, extra sensitive and sore. He squeezed the rest of his cum out, letting it drip into a pool on the floor. 

Josh smoothed his hand down Tyler’s chest and stomach before pulling out, causing him to whimper. Josh’s cum seeped out with it, adding more to the mess. 

“Jeez man, we should probably take another shower and clean this up.” Josh suggested.  

“Yeah.” Tyler laughed awkwardly, touching his hip and remembering why it felt bruised. He tried not to notice how hot Josh looked post-coitus, with his chest all flushed and sweaty hair sticking to his forehead. Josh noticed Tyler was just as sexy, with glazed eyes and a satisfied smile playing on his lips. The way they both looked after fucking wasn’t too different after playing a show together. 

“Maybe we should do that again.” Josh suggested again, trying to not sound desperate, but Tyler seemed completely approving of the idea. He wrapped his arms around Josh’s neck in a hug and Josh held him for a moment, pulling back only to place a firm kiss on his lips. 

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i’ll just stop it there. thanks for descending into sin with me

we’re all going to hell